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Post by Teirney Lannister on Nov 23, 2007 0:32:03 GMT -5
Marina absolutely beamed. "You are kind to say so," she said, smiling shyly.
Aerie rolled her eyes and turned to Seth. "Well, you came close. At least you beat Aranya," she added in a stage whisper, grinning slightly.
"But she bested him in the melee, so that should put them about even," Alyssa remarked offhandedly as Erik approached.
All thee made their polite greetings.
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Nov 23, 2007 0:35:53 GMT -5
"Hmm. I suppose you draw a good point Alyssa." Seth said, not noticing her beforehand. "It always was to Ser Giles' disdain that I was a more gifted bowman than a swordarm." He smirked. "Though I suppose you can't help what gifts the gods bestow you with."
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Post by Erik on Nov 23, 2007 0:38:49 GMT -5
"B'you can' shoot it from a movin' deck. Tha's the probmm. Gots ta haf solid ground unner ya, an tha's na wha we do, y'know." Erik tells Seth, obviously very serious about his anti-bow allegations.
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Nov 23, 2007 0:42:51 GMT -5
"I suppose that you believe a horse to be solid ground as well, drunken coz o' mine. Men that have trained can shoot from practically anything. Besides, the Braavosi are able to shoot from their ships. You could have quite the naval advantage if you learned how to use a bow on a ship."
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Nov 23, 2007 0:44:39 GMT -5
Marina bowed her head in embarrassment, studying the ground with sudden interest while Alyssa snorted amusedly.
Aerie raised a brow at Seth. "That's exactly right, Erik," she said slowly as if speaking to someone of questionable intelligence.
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Post by Erik on Nov 23, 2007 0:48:48 GMT -5
"Fuckin' Braavosi. Wit' their skinny swords an' their funny talkin'. Ah fought three," He holds up his fingers for emphasis, "three, uvva bastards, when I's there. Same time. Killdemall." He nods sagely at this fact, before turning to the ladies he's just now noticed,
"Well iff'n it isn't Aerie! Fancy meetin' ya at a place like dis 'un. Who's yer friends?"
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Nov 23, 2007 0:54:24 GMT -5
Aerie wrinkled her nose before deigning to smile graciously. "Fancy meeting you." She quickly assesed if he was in danger of falling over any time soon, and, ensuring there was still time, moved onto introductions. "This is my friend, Alyssa, and this here is Marina." Alyssa winked rakishly in greeting while Marina twittered a polite hello.
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Post by Erik on Nov 23, 2007 0:59:10 GMT -5
Erik gives a sweeping bow, holding his hands out for balance before standing back up, "Pleasure, ladies. I'd be Erik Cold...cold...Coldiron! Erik Coldiron, Lord of Bear Island, thi' damn gree'lander's," He gestures to Seth, "cousin, an' the fines' damn reaver what ever sail the sea."
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Nov 23, 2007 0:59:22 GMT -5
"You'll have to excuse my charming cousin. He is a bit under the uh...weather." Seth smiled, leading Erik to an overturned bucket so that he could sit.
"So Marina, whom is your favorite for the Joust?" He asked the girl, keeping one eye on Erik.
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Post by Erik on Nov 23, 2007 1:03:19 GMT -5
Erik gets back up from the bucket and returns to the conversation. "Seth, I don' need no bucket. Wha's in mah stomach might be dead, but i' won' be risin' again."
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Nov 23, 2007 1:07:34 GMT -5
Seth smiled. "So, Erik. Did you enjoy the archery contest, regardless of your personal convictions on bowmen?"
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Nov 23, 2007 1:08:27 GMT -5
Aerie laughed at the man's incredible drunkenness, muttering a doubtful, "I'm certain you are." Alyssa finally seemed to be able to take the temptation no longer and drifted off in search of alcohol. Aerie ignored her departure, knowing very well where the woman was headed.
Marina grew even shyer under Seth's scrutiny and her tan cheeks took on a slightly pink tinge. "Lord Jon Royce, mi'lord," she replied breathlessly, ducking her head in embarrassment. "He was very gallant in the melee, as were you, mi'lord."
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Post by Erik on Nov 23, 2007 1:10:03 GMT -5
"I' was a decent show, I'd say," Erik tells Seth, "Wassa man inna stands passin' out ale, tha' was nice. Bu' ya can't really see how well folks did from sucha distanz."
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Nov 23, 2007 1:12:37 GMT -5
"Yes, I sure was gallant." He joked. "Though I am sure it was hard to see after I was clubbed to the ground by Lord Randal." He crouched down to be even with Marina's height. "If Jon Royce is your choice, I am sure he will win." Seth said, then stood back up. "And you, miLady." Seth said to Aerie, in jest. "Who do you pick as your favorite? The Black Knight?"
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Post by Erik on Nov 23, 2007 1:17:36 GMT -5
"'s the Horse Knight tha's gonna win. You wai' an' see. You two met he...him. Ya did."
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Hope you all are well and happy.